Little Helpers

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Little Helpers

I was painting the wall in a window recess at my home when I saw the boy’s faces staring at me, open mouthed, from behind some bushes in my yard. It was a hot day and as usual I had stripped down to nothing but a pair of old baggy panties so the sight of my paint splattered tits jiggling in the window must have been exciting for them! I took a deep breath. ‘Okay, don’t panic.’ I told myself. ‘They’re only young boys seeking a thrill!’ I forced myself to continue painting as though

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